Inside Luoyang City, in an inn, it was noon and the place was bustling with noise.
Fang Qin sat in the corner and ordered a few good dishes and a pot of sake. He drank by himself and listened to the conversations around him.
"Hey, have you heard? Recently, a heroic man had appeared nearby and killed all the bandits on the road.”
"Of course. It is said that his martial arts are so powerful that no one can withstand one move and be defeated.”
"Yes, yes, he's very powerful. I think this nameless man isn't any worse than the famous Nan Murong of Beiqiao Peak.”
"I heard that he pulled out his sword to help when he saw injustice. After that, he left without leaving his name. Those who were saved by him called him the 'Black-clothed Swordsman.' It's just that there seems to be less news about him recently. I don't know where this hero went.”
"Yes, he is a chivalrous guest.”
Fang Qin's mouth twitched when he heard the name " black-robed swordsman." He thought to himself," What kind of stupid title is this?" He just shook his head and ignored it.
On the one hand, saving people was a piece of cake for him. On the other hand, he realized that saving lives could earn luck points.
Fang Qin guessed that as long as he did something that affected others, whether it was good or bad, he would be able to obtain luck points. It just depended on the number of people affected, the range of influence, and the degree of influence.
Moreover, he would only be able to obtain all of them when he accumulated 1000 luck points.
In this way, Fang Qin had found a way to continuously obtain luck points.
Although he could guess that he could also obtain luck points by walking in the bad direction, he was not a murderous person. He had been in the red light for 20 years, so he naturally would not go crazy for a few luck points.
He already had a vague idea of the path he had chosen, but he couldn't implement it yet.
Fang Qin had met many people along the way these past few days and had obtained a lot of information.
This world was indeed a comprehensive martial arts world. He had heard of the Eight Dragons and Eight Dragons, the Condor Shooting Trilogy, and even some famous figures in the world. There was also news about some martial arts sects, such as the Wudang Sect, Huashan Sect, Ming Cult, and Emei Sect.
When Fang Qin heard about the Huashan Sect, he was a little stunned. After all, according to the original novel, the Huashan Sect was founded by Hao Datong, one of the Seven Sons of Quanzhen.
But now that Quan Zhen Sect was perfectly fine on Mount Zhongnan, how could Hao Datong establish Huashan Sect?
There were also differences in the world's background. Mongolia, Liao, Jin, Xixia, Great Song, Dali, and Tubo. Several countries coexisted with each other.
To be honest, when Fang Qin heard this news, he was dumbfounded. Some events that had taken a very long time were mixed together.
It was quite different from the original history. Fang Qin originally wanted to understand it clearly, but in the end, it was a mess. He simply could not figure it out and could only ignore it for now.
First, he would learn all the martial arts he knew. As long as he learned all of them, he would be able to use deduction to spy on the future. As long as he had invincible strength, there would be very few things that the world could do to him. It would be much easier to do anything.
Right now, Fang Qin wanted to collect and learn some masterless absolute arts. After thinking about it, she could only agree with his thoughts.
One of them was the Nine Yang Sutra, and the other was the Northern Dark Divine Technique and the Wave Subtle Steps in the Immeasurable Cave.
These books were the easiest to obtain at the moment. Although the former was in the Shaolin Sutra Library, it was not the floor where martial arts manuals were stored. It should not be difficult to find a way to sneak in. The latter was even more unguarded and left in the cave.
At present, he was relatively close to the Shaolin Temple, so he planned to go to the Shaolin Temple first, and then go to Wuliang Mountain to take a look.
However, even so, Fang Qin was not completely confident that he would be able to obtain it successfully. Firstly, this was a mixed world. Some events could be matched, but some might not be the same as the original.
For example, Zhang Sanfeng had already become famous in this world and could be considered a martial arts legend. In that case, was the Nine Yang Sutra still in the Shaolin Temple's Lankaya Sutra? After all, in the original novel, it was Yin Kexi and Xiao Xiangzi who stole the scripture, and Master Jue Yuan brought Zhang Junbao to search for it.
After that, he felt that he had exhausted all his internal energy and died. Before he passed away, he muttered the contents of the Nine Yang Scripture in a daze.
Guo Xiang, Zhang Junbao, and the Shaolin monk, Master Wu Se, heard it and each of them understood a part of its subtlety.
The three of them were different in terms of power, constitution, and comprehension, so their comprehension was very different.
One obtained the 'higher', one obtained the' profoundness 'and one obtained the' pureness'. The three of them later created the Wudang Nine Yang Technique, the Emei Nine Yang Technique, and the Shaolin Nine Yang Technique based on their comprehension.
However, it was different now. It was unknown whether these things had happened or not.
Fang Qin could only try his luck first. If he really didn't have it, he might have to go to Mount Kunlun to find the white ape and take out the true scripture. However, this way, not only was the distance far, but it was also difficult to find a white ape in the vast Kunlun Mountains.
"Sigh, troublesome ~ I hope it goes smoothly.'
Fang Qin sighed. After paying the bill, he led a brown horse that he had bought on the road and rode in the direction of Chongshan.
This book is provided by FunNovel Novel Book | Fan Fiction Novel [Beautiful Free Novel Book]